My Grey Nights {EDITING}

Chapter 3.

Chyna McCartney

I opened my room door and glided my way down stairs. Earlier today, my mom tried to give me a concussion by throwing a wine grass at me. She makes my life a living hell. She said it was because I don't listen to her, she was talking about having guest over today. To be honest, I didn't care and I guess she saw the bore in my facial expression letting her know my mind was somewhere else, so she threw it at me.

Sometimes, I think she wouldn't care if I died, would she even feel grieved or heartbroken? Ha, I doubt it! my mom is a bitch and doesn't care about nothing but herself and money. Yeah, I said money. My dads to bold and stubborn to see and believe it! I walked into the dinning room to find Ariel setting up the table. I stopped walking and watched her, she looked up at me then continued what she was doing.

"What are you looking at?" She askes, finishing up. I shook my head.

"You, I mean, if that's okay with you?" I insisted. She just stared at me,

"I guess." She mumbled.

"You know it's hard trying to get to know you, when your stubborn ass won't let me. . ." I confronted taking a seat at the table. She shrugged her shoulders.

" I don't care . . . I never gave a fuck about your feelings towards me, so fall the back and don't worry about me!" She snapped which caught me way off guard.

"Excuse me?" I said trying to make sure I heard her correctly.

"You heard me Chyna, just stop fucking talking to me okay?. . ." She said, walking out of the dinning room.

Wow. Melissa has really rubbed off on them. I thought.

I shrugged it off and walked into the living room to find my dad on the computer looking depressed with a glass of beer sitting next to me him, on the small round glass table. It hurts me to see him like this, I mean he still is my dad. I walked over to him and patted his shoulder lightly.

"Hey dad, you feeling alright?" I questioned knowing he was going to lie. I sat in the love seat that sat directly in front of him. He looked up and weakly smiled.

"Yeah baby girl, but how has school been?" He said, quickly trying to changing the subject.

"Fine, but let's talk about you-" I started.

"Chyna leave you father alone and go get ready for dinner, they'll be over in an hour." My mom interrupted, walking into the living room with a floral jump suit on. I looked at her than back at my dad and he just stared at me with sorrow filled eyes.

"But I'm talking t--" I started.

"- Go do what your mother said. . " He demanded angrily. What the hell? I thought.

I looked between the two in disbelief. What type of fuckery is this! Does she control him now?! I was more than angry, I was furious! I stood up slowly staring at my dad. I can't believe this... I already knew she was glaring at me, so I didn't even have to look back. I walked swiftly out of the living room and up the stairs.

I hate her! I thought as I walked into my room and slammed and locked the door. After a few seconds later my door knob was being jiggled.

"Chyna if you don't open this damn door this instance!" She yelled from the other side of the door angrily and started banging on it rapidly. I hurriedly slipped on some dark blue denim skinny jeans. I put on some knee high socks that had two red strips on the very top. I grabbed my high knee boots and put those on too. I already had on a white v-neck, so I just slipped on my red Cherokee coat grabbed my keys and phone and threw a black scarf around my neck.